  The month of June has been highjacked by pride, and might I add, a twisted understanding of the word and its action. I have been guilty of the spirit of pride. I have faced this charge over the years, but nothing more significant than what happened this spring with the uncovering of vandalism to my old van. I bring this back to our attention, as I spent over 20 years hanging onto a possession that I spent thousands of hours and money into, only to have some of these hours and money destroyed at the hands of misguided youthful energy. I have been proud of this van, but am I proud because of the work I've done, the money I've spent, or am I show-boating with a "look at what I have"? I teeter on my purpose of having this possession, as I know I must put people before possessions. With my admittance of being prideful, something else has been consuming my thoughts lately, humility. I have been involved over the years with groups that claim that the feeling of guilt is not from God. This stands out in my mind, as there is only one unforgivable sin recorded in New Testament biblical texts, "Blasphemy of the Holy Spirit". I struggled for years to understand the meaning of this ambiguous language, but then it dawned on me, no remorse for wrongdoing. Humility from a feeling of guilt can be forgiven, but pride leads to destruction, as no remorse for wrongdoing ruins the soul. Ruining the soul is the true nature of Pride Month. As far back as I can remember, I have been heavily influenced by Native American and/or Indigenous culture. From my many Native friends to girlfriends or my adopted families, I love the indigenous way of living. The attraction has been the humble nature that runs deep in the souls of the Native American indigenous life. The connection to nature and our creator are core values within most of the Indigenous families that I have had the pleasure of being connected with. The native way is not to exploit resources but to always put back in nature more than we extract. The native way was to share, as everything within the tribes belonged to everyone else. The native way was not to store up treasures here on earth, but to leave behind a better inheritance or legacy for their children. It is what our Creator God had intended from the beginning, living in unity and caring for creation. Indigenous humility comes from our Creator and is found in the strongest foundations of love and community. Indigenous life is not a Native American exclusive club, it is the knowledge of our earliest ancestorial habitation. The unfortunate truth is that the indigenous way has been compromised by the colonial way. Colonization is based on feeding the greed and gluttony of the most powerful kings (and queens), by building possessions through the suppression and compliance of commoners. Taking instead of giving, selling instead of sharing, which is now in the minds of just about everyone I am in contact with, including my Indigenous family. Due to institutionalized socialism, based on the protocols of global governance, the whole world has been ushered into the compliant obedience of the unknown leader. The king of the castle now resides in the heart. What do I mean? "Look at what I built", "Look at what I have" and "Look at ME!", runs strong in the minds of the colonizers, it's pride, and it comes from the heart. Placed there through the mind control slogans like, "Those with the most stuff wins", "You deserve it", "Just Do It!", or "Do what thou wilt". Materialization and colonization have hypnotized us into submission, to a system that has been built to destroy our souls. The duality of the serpent's tongue has polluted the pride that comes from a job well done to a sadistic sexual orientation. The rainbow has been highjacked to symbolize pride instead of promise. Indigenous humility appears weak and passive instead of strong and active. The indigenous humility is dying, being replaced with the unhealthy pride that comes from the "tricksters" of mind control learned through the colonizers. Many people have exposed the trick over the years, but nobody is more prominent than Jesus (at least in my mind). The most important movement in religious history came from the story found in Acts. The story is one of humility and unity, which spread through the nations of earth rapidly with conviction. The spirit of God was residing in the heart, and it mattered not what tribe or nation you were associated with. It only mattered who you placed on the throne. There were only two options: Jesus or Satan. The juxtaposition, yin-yang, or duality within the two characters would be understandable in every nation, tongue, and creed on earth. A simple message, "who would govern our temple and sit on the throne of our heart?" It was clear, "Blessed are the humble, for they shall inherit the earth.". The verdict is in: Pride is destroying humanity and our souls . I have played in the minefield of misinformation from hypnotic images and slogans, which is the promotion of pride. I have tried, with dire consequences, to fit into the matrix. I have now found my purpose for living, and it is exposing the matrix for what it is, "a fraud!". I am a small part of the puzzle, and so are you. Together, through understanding, unity, and humility, we can slay the beast of deadly sins, one of which is pride. The manipulators have played on our competitive nature. The pride that swells in the spirit from being the best, first, or special should be momentary. Sure, it's entertaining to watch our favorite team, celebrity, or country win the golden treasure, but in the arena of the heart, nobody is better than anyone else. Egotistical pride should not be the desire of our hearts, as someone is always jockeying for the top spot. We are all hands and feet to a much bigger universal assignment, loving one another. As we finished Pride Month together, I was saddened by all the images of hate. The many placards with slogans that read "Not Today Jesus!" plastered over the pentagram star. It was obvious to many people that pride has now been exposed for what it is, destruction of humanity and our soul. The pride that is being promoted is NOT based on humility, love, compassion, and unity, it is the in-your-face mocking of anyone who does not accept the adoption of colonization to perversion and distortion. It should be clear that a job well done is much different than "look at what I have done, look at all my stuff, look at ME or I'm better because...". Pride without compassion, based on selfishness, without thinking about how it affects others, is the slippery slope to having no remorse. Who will clean up the mess after all the pride partying is finished? I would imagine it will be the humble, the believers in Indigenous humility. I write this with conviction, as I fall short of God's kingdom found in the heart. I pray earnestly for a time that the evil in the world is extinguished, and it starts with the person in the mirror. Love always, William John
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  One of the most difficult things for me is understanding how to navigate purpose. I never want to come off as egotistical, harsh, abrupt, or cocky, but sometimes I think these traits are misconstrued by onlookers. I believe this is because people who carry a message are often very strong in their convictions. Everyone, whether they like it or not, is being ushered into a new world with promises of a utopian euphoria, it is what lens we see this promise from is the confusion. Anyone bringing a message is right in their convictions, some a message of hope, but frequently it feels like despair. I have tried to convey our message with gentleness, truth, and above all, LOVE. When I finished writing An Abomination That Caused Desolation I was overjoyed that I wrote something I believed everyone would get behind. I took something old and made it relevant for the age we live in now. It was an ambiguous prophecy that nobody talks about, and yet it is the kickstart to most end-of-days theology. I was doubt-founded that nobody in religious circles was clever enough to see the connection between Daniel's prophecy and the planned epidemic/pandemic (unsure of what I mean, it's in the book), I couldn't understand why I felt such a strong conviction to write about it. The book is not an attempt to start a new cult following, a new movement out of the church, a new revolution, convert atheists to Christianity, and/or convince the religious right to convert to the new age. It is simply a meager attempt to inform people about deception and lies that we are all being exposed to, and to stay awake. In the past several months I have written blogs to try and get to the heart of issues. Using my habitual manner of thinking through biblical rhetoric, I often conclude that it is our heart that we need to examine and learn to have compassion and understanding with the difficulties that come our way. This was not the original point of the blogs. The point of blogging was simply this, to try to create interest in my first published book. I was so sure that the information contained in the book was going to change lives and help shed light on very controversial material. I still maintain this, but it is up to the reader to grasp the concept, not by coercion, but by their awakening or enlightenment. Anyone who has sincerely read the book has come to me with words of encouragement and praise, to this I have been feeling very humbled, as many times the words that came out of me were... well... not of me. Believe me, I'm not that smart. This past week I was on the ferry coming home, and as I often do, I sat in the lobby to find conversation. I noticed a lady was carrying a book so I started to engage in dialogue with her and her son. "What are you reading?" I ask. "It is a fiction book by a local author," she answers. I like to see what people are reading as I like to get ideas for my readers, although I write non-fiction. I realize many people read to escape the reality of living, not for information or education. I decided to steer the conversation by telling her I am a writer. "What do you write?", she asks. "Non-fiction, about biblical understanding of end-of-days theology." "Really! I'm a pastor's wife", she smugly confesses. At this point in the conversation, my language radar goes on, as I know that everything I am saying now is being scrutinized through her lens of understanding and Biblical indoctrination. "Interesting", I retort, "your husband won't like the book!" I needed to get out the gist of the book, but like many religiously convicted members of denominationalism, it was falling on deaf ears. Her strong conviction that she and her husband have the one true way to God is based on the thousands of dollars in tuition at UBC and the hours spent studying to get good marks. This makes her married to an expert in the field and anyone who does not speak the same language is often referred to as an apostate, cultic, heretic, or the devil himself. I could see that she was not interested in my message, and she and her son left the ferry lobby with a polite, "Goodbye". I may have been wrong in my assessment of body language and atmosphere, for this I apologize to the pastors wife (if she ever reads this?). I am not picking on any person and/or specific group, but in many religious groups, which I was part of, the members are trained to look for trigger words or misinterpreted scriptures. I spent over 25 years in bible scripture showdowns and being reprimanded for not reciting scripture properly. Learning to criticize your opponent "in love" is an art, but extremely exhausting. I still need to know when to hold my tongue, this is an ongoing process. I was scrolling on social media a few days after the ferry incident, and someone had posted a meme about the pandemic and the mountain of lies that surrounded it. It triggered a response in me, in which I politely stated "Lest We Forget!". The plandemic is not over by a long shot! We are fighting a Beast bigger than most people want to understand and it is ultimately after our heart. I knew that once the Abomination That Caused Desolation was completed I needed to keep going, the second book is now out for editing and publication. I started the book about 8 months ago and it has been a battle between the mind (words) and the hands (keyboard). The heart of the matter is this, "How do we slay the beast, especially those who live in the most luxurious time in history?" The new book is interesting, but after much review and contemplation, the tools are the same, "Love one another!". When people rumor, mock, lie, and gossip about me, how should I respond? We are not fighting flesh and blood, but powers and principalities. Or, turn the other cheek! Or, forgive them Lord for they know not what they do! Or, love thine enemy! What do these even mean? In light of the new book, it means you'll have to wait and see, just kidding... it means to keep living and find purpose. As I stated in my first book, if you have been given a life full of riches, use your blessings to bless others. If you are poor, accept gifts, work hard, and love your freedom, as possessions tie people down. If you are in politics, make decisions based on generosity and not mercenary. Living life is ultimately about hope. It is this hope that we should strive for, found within the teachings of Jesus and many others. I also plea for those who understand, do not give up hope and stay awake. The work isn't finished, for some, it is just beginning. Until division has turned to unity, and the real enemy is exposed, the person behind the curtain, be strong. By a vessel with love and peace and patience and kindness, William John   "How do you want your eggs?" "Sunnyside up", I say with a grin. I was cooking up some eggs this week, and it got me thinking, "Why do I like my eggs Sunnyside up?". Actually, I don't know that I have a preference as I will eat eggs any way they are served. For the sake of my mind-bending reality, Eggs Over Easy or Scrambled Eggs were close seconds to the title of this blog. Many times, I write about the programming and mind control that we are under, Scrambled eggs as it were. Sometimes, due to the force of habit or what we are accustomed to we revert to what we know best, good or bad, it is what makes us comfortable, Sunnyside up perhaps. In the case of eggs, I detested runny yolk when I was a kid, but for some reason, I routinely found eggs on my plate this way. Why? Because... well... I had no choice, and nothing else was available to eat unless we finished what was on our plate. Growing up in the 70s was not all sunny you know, we learned to; "do as I say, not as I do", "do not take more than you can chew", "there is no dessert until you finish what is on our plate", "children were to be seen and not heard", and "children were starving in a third world country somewhere". Many kids were forced to eat things that they didn't like, and as for myself, I still turn my nose up on Liver or Brussels sprouts. When I moved out on my own, I pledged that I would avoid eating foods I didn't like, with one exception, when I am a guest at someone's home and it is on the table. There is another thing many kids were programmed to understand, RESPECT. My parents always said, "If a host has gone to the trouble to invite you for a meal, you always eat what is placed on the table, it is called respect". Back to the eggs... To me, cooking up eggs is like an allegory and metaphor for living life. What eggs-actly do I mean, you may be asking yourself? I was never taught the ways of eggs (life). I learned through observation and trust that my parents knew best how eggs were to be prepared. The knowledge about preparation, such as Scrambled, Fried, Poached, or Boiled, was reduced to mom's lectures about eating what is put in front of us. We learned our lessons from books such as Green Eggs and Ham and I guy named Sam. Doctor Suess was obviously colluding with the parents to get children to accept what is put before us, even if we recognized that green means moldy and smells bad. Don't judge something by the way it looks was the lesson of the day, you might just like green eggs if you give them a try. So I did what any normal person does, I studied the ways of egg preparation. I learned that being scrambled is the same as being confused, and for much of my life, I have been trying to figure things out. The not-so-obvious meaning of scramble is from the late 16th-century English combination of scamble ‘stumble’ and cramble ‘crawl’. Some of us stumble and crawl to the finish line of purpose, unsure of the reason for the experience. The small voice in my head constantly reminds me to take my thoughts captive, to reassemble the scrambled mess of experiences. Like the scrambled eggs, you will never know how it tastes unless you put it in your mouth. As a kid growing up in the 80's the war on drugs was a real battle. "Hey kids, don't get fried on drugs", as our Saturday morning cartoons got interrupted by a guy holding up an egg, "This is your brain", then proceeded to crack it into a hot frying pan, "This is your brain on drugs!". I learned early on that I did not want to go through life fried. The word Poach got me thinking. The origin is derived from the word "poke" and also the "pouch". During the time of William the Conqueror, rigid laws were put in place called Pleas of the Forest. These forest laws caused an uprising from the commoners, hence they started hiding their game in pouches to subvert any wrongdoing. Putting eggs in a pouch is the best way to poach, a clever connection. But, the word itself is synonymous with evil-doers, as poaching was a crime punishable by death. Poaching to feed the family, or making laws to restrict people from being self-sustainable, this is the question? After my research on poaching it got my blood boiling. Lord William was clearly an egg-o maniac, a lord of the hoards. It is hard to contain my emotionally hardened heart, as the trick of suppressing the commoner has been there since the beginning of time. There is a simmering taking place, and at a certain point, boiling over is inevitable. Many people are beyond soft yolks but are unsure where to devote their time and energy. Many people are scrambled beyond comprehension, fried mentally, seen as poachers, and their emotions have boiled over. Coercion and manipulation have been fed to us our whole lives. As adults, due to our life lessons, we often need to taste with the tip of our tongue what we are being served. We don't want to swallow the whole meal if it tastes bad, life has made us skeptical. Furthermore, much of what we are being fed today will make us sick, both physically and mentally. Can we trust eating green eggs? "Trust in the Lord"... One thing that I have studied is the above statement. What Lord are we trusting? Are we trusting the Lord who makes all the rules because they think we are fools? Or are we trusting the Lord who has taken its seat on the throne of God? The throne of God is your heart and your body is the temple. "Choose this day whom you will serve" should be simple, but the difficulty is in the mind. We want our life (eggs) prepared in a manner that resonates with our soul. We want our life to be Sunnyside Up and not Hard Boiled. We want to be equally yolked, the same as everyone else, but the beauty is we're not. We are all different, we all like eggs prepared in a different way. Some of us love runny yolks that spread all over the plate, the extravert of eggs. Some of us are hard and don't venture too far, it's okay. Life is amazing if you give it a try. Even Sam agrees, when we taste a bit of heaven it will set us free. By the vessel, William John PS I did try some Brussels sprouts at a fancy restaurant a few weeks ago, and they were heavenly.   "Are they a Christian?" many question with a condescending tone. This is the question that I hate answering because it is usually asked in judgment and condemnation. If you are a Christian, at this present moment, you may be shaking your head in disagreement. Yet others are questioning, "Why?". It is because unless someone is a Christian they are going to... HELL... oops... OK... there I said it?!? This past week I was having coffee with my significant other when we started discussing the "isms", like Mormonism, Baptism, Communism, Buddhism, Judaism, etc. The conversation got sour when she insisted that Christianity is the only "ITY", and therefore it is the one and the only way to God. I must admit, she got me thinking. As we were arguing our points of reasoning I stopped and looked up the ism and ity suffix meaning. Ism is defined as a distinctive practice, system, or philosophy, typically a political ideology, religious sectarian understanding, or an artistic movement. ITY is used to form abstract nouns expressing state, condition, or quality: This debate stopped in its tracks when I realized that Christians are right, maybe not on the understanding of the "hell" thing, but rather, on the fact that Jesus is the only way. Please keep reading, as it is the understanding of what this means that has got everyone from non-believers to dogmatic retrievers in such disagreement and/or state of flux. All isms are designed to find the state, condition, or quality of the ITY. What?? If we take the word Communism most will understand this as a political ideology and theorize the best way to implement the ism which includes the social and economic, wait for it... COMMUNITY. The community in this example is a result of the ism. So people who follow communism will ultimately be an expression of the community in which they live. Unfortunately, unity is lost in the community if there is no obedience or agreeance to the ism. Let us try another example. Humanitarianism is the ism of humanity. The condition, state, or quality of any humanitarian effort is examined through the promotion of human welfare and social reform. A good humanitarian will have a conviction to do the best he/she can for the welfare of all humanity. It is the state of doing, the humanitarian efforts, that creates the state of being in humanity. Should we ask, as people who make up all of humanity, if someone is a humanitarian? How would we know if someone is a humanitarian? The condition of their heart, the state of their being, and the quality of their works will be manifested in a good humanitarian, I think everyone would agree with this. We are all human but not every human is seen as a humanitarian, it is our efforts that dictate whether or not humanitarianism is benefiting humanity. In the case of the Christian, should we ask someone if they are a Christian? I have been exposed to both sides of the debate, and understand where the trains of thought have stemmed from to ask such a question of someone we don't know. We should be able to observe someone and determine whether they are a Christian without ever asking them, right? Well now, that is muddy. After 25 years in Christian circles, I can usually tell from outward appearance, outward works, or outward speech the ism or denomination an individual identifies with. These isms do not make a person a follower of Christ, any more than thinking that Jesus was a donkey because he was born in a manger. Not to be condescending just an observation. I am very aware that many isms will not transform into a condition or ITY, and vice versa. But it got me thinking that when dealing with the structure of healthy or good unity, community, humanity, or Christianity we judge on the condition of the heart. This brings me to the thousands of isms that surround any ITY. Are the isms of an IAN or IST exposing the condition, state, or quality of the ITY? Let's try this again. Does practicing Baptism (ism) under the Christian (ian) or Methodist (ist) faith exposing the condition, state, or quality of Christianity (ity)? If a good humanitarian does not call themself a Christian are they automatically refused entry into the Kingdom of God? Another extreme. What about people who join cults, biker gangs, or secret societies, are they automatically extinguished from the Kingdom of God? Can you be a Heaven's Gate unitarian, Hell's Angel Christian, or Illuminati humanitarian? In the context of the group community, absolutely. In context to the communities outside the groups, probably not. For the sake of this blog, I may consider writing about this at another time, but... we can't serve two masters. Calling ourselves a humanitarian, civilian, Samaritan, Libertarian, or Christian comes with the responsibility of fulfilling the conditions, state, or quality of the community it represents. Jesus uses the parable of the good Samaritan to drive home the point that it is not the isms that one is associated with, it is a condition of the heart. Jesus used the most despised community of the day to show that the Samaritan's quality of action was due to his good state of mind. It is said that "The mediator between the head and the hands is the heart" or like the bible says "You will know them by their fruit". The narrow road, that so many Christians fail to understand, is the condition, state, and/or quality of the heart. Jesus says that "I and the Father are one", "The Kingdom of Heaven is within", "I sit at the right-hand side of God", and "Love one another". Christ was directing us to pay attention to our hearts, as this is where the throne of God resides. Everyone has a heart that mediates between the mind and hands. Choosing who we put on the throne will determine how we think and how we put our heart's desire into action. If we are good we will live in heaven, or the opposite is true. The kingdom of heaven, the kingdom of God, and the love of Christ reside in the same place, the heart. Choose this day whom you will follow, comes to mind quickly, and I choose to follow a heart of flesh, not to be confused with a fleshly desire. Selflessness over selfishness. Love over hate. Hugs and gentle kisses over arms crossed dismissiveness. OK, kisses might be a strange act in our culture today, but you get the point If the narrow way is the heart, then the broad road that leads to destruction is the isms. Now I hope you understand why I find questioning someone's heart repugnant. As someone who loves the teachings of Jesus, I am reminded that we are to edify and build one another up. We are to encourage one another to do good deeds, not for boasting but so everyone will enter the kingdom seat of God. The next time someone asks me if someone is a Christian, I need to remember myself of this. I need to answer with something like, "I know that they have a heart that does the right thing" or "I understand why they struggle to do good". It does not matter what group, sect, or affiliation someone associates with, as long as the ism has a positive result to the ITY. In my conclusion, the isms don't determine the man or woman or society, it is the condition, state, or quality of the ITY, mediator, or heart we choose to be. We need to do the right thing, can I encourage us to be the vessels for the change the world so desperately needs. This is done by transforming our isms into great communities or cities of unity and charity. By the vessel, William John |